I stumbled upon this artist's work recently (over at The Opium Fields) and I was struck by this particular photograph--it is Wormwood embodied. From what I've seen of her work so far, Mikaylah Bowman's style possesses extraordinary depth--sharp images and musky, musty warmth layered beneath subdued colors and cataracts of shadows. Everything is very still in her photographs, but the gazes (or lack thereof) of her subjects seem to act as catalysts for an internal motion that happens within our minds as our eyes follow the contours of leaves, chains, hardwood floors leading into plastic bags filled with water, leading into dark, dark hair, leading back into hidden eyes.
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